At least I have a window

 To be grateful is to be happy,

or to be happy makes you grateful...

being thankful is the best therapy

that makes your insides beautiful.

I am grateful I have a window

even in the darkest days

I can feel the warm light coming in from the window

like answering all my prays

Thinking about homeless people

or the ones living in a basement or in a cardboard house

makes me gloomy and sad feeling for these people

and even more grateful that at least I have a window in my house.

The power of a word

 When did the word change its meaning?

From being related to fun to being an insult

it was a long and painful trip,

a flap of circumstances and eras.

It wasn't really an evolution,

or a natural pathway.

It was more a degeneration 

and abuse of power.

One gay word that was fancy and glorious,

metamorphosed into a "bad word"

with some negative connotations.

I wish we could go back to bind it with love and excitement.

The power of one finger

 You can stop a conversation by taking it to your lips,

just a simple gesture

You can start a fight by raising up the middle one

just a simple gesture

You can pleasure yourself in a gentle way

just a simple gesture

You can please someone else this way

just a simple gesture

You can call everyone's attention by rising the index up

just a simple gesture

You can indicate where to go with the same finger up

just a simple gesture

You can start a revolution

just a simple gesture

You will be OK

People who claim to know me well

keep telling me I always land on my feet

like if some class of Latin cat female

but I feel I am just a cheat

It is more than impostor syndrome,

goes to the roots of being

your whole believing dome

shutters, it is not forbidding

when on the positive thoughts that you hold inside

start disappearing and you are empty

whatever they said

has zero value in your modus vivendi

Even if you were a problem solver

and a fighter, after getting hit hard

and falling again harder,

you become a destroyer

A destroyer of your dreams

and your positivity and you can sleep no more

The hope disappears,

you feel that you are not unbreakable anymore

Stop telling me "you will be OK"

I prefer to be dead right now

and you can't relay

I have to deal with myself somehow.

Again and again

I missed a meeting today,

I didn't get a notification

and I felt like this happened before

I lost the train of vocation.

Again and again, I am feeling I am arriving too late

that the train left the station

and I am just standing there waiving my dreams goodbye

seeing the melting chocolate.

Sometimes is the world speeding up

and leaving me behind

it is not only about technology

it is about lexicon and growing up.

Again and again, I waiving progress pass by

even if I try to evolve I am stuck in old habits

like if my time has been set to standby

and all my time is in debit.

The evil part that hides in all of us

It is so difficult some days

to deal with the mess of the world

I can't just close my eyes

and pretend I blind

because I can still hear it

the noise of confusion and terror

the people and animals suffering

the innocents living a horror.

Even dealing with my own problems,

they seem so small compare

with the suffering instigated by injustice

and the evil part that hides in all of us.

Even if you don't want to hurt anyone

sometimes getting your way

and finding your freedom

produces the ripple effect

to damage others.

The problem in my voice and looks

My voice sounds young,

however, it is not

I understood when you clung

to your misconception of my voice note

You put me in the youngster, 

inexperience and newbie bracket

because you heard something yester

that reminded you of  high pitch packet

Let me tell you: you are wrong

I am not young, neither my voice

I have been suffering this discrimination for my lifelong

and keep doing this to me is your choice

Your branding is unfair,

it hurts me and my career

I know I also look fair

and this not helping when I appear

Please stop judging me for my appearance

and the sound of my voice

there is way more behind this face

and a lot to offer to the ones who let me rejoice